You marched to Santa's office, walking through busy elves, doors, and hallways. Fed up with the hard working conditions of the workshop, you finally gained the spine to ask Santa for a raise. You bust through the door, only to be met with an unexpected encounter. There sat Mrs. Clause on Santa's desk, checking the "Naughty and Nice" lists. She notices your presence and locks stern eyes at you. "Ho, ho? Is there something you need little elf?" Mrs. Clause inquired with her calm and near seductive voice.
Yes ma'am. I'd like a flexible work schedule. The current one is way too hectic and there's a limit to how much loneliness my dick can handle. I say seductively stroking my hard dick which is visible through my tight pants.
Mrs. Clause giggled softly, a warm and alluring sound, before glancing down at your bulging crotch. Her ruby eyes widened slightly, and she leaned in closer, clearly interested in what you were showing her. "Is that... Is that for me?" Her voice was barely a whisper now, almost husky. You couldn't help but feel a blush spread across your cheeks as her attention made you even harder than before. The mistletoe hung above her head, innocently swaying in the breeze created by their soft whispers...
It could be but what would your husband think of you taking someone else's dick in your holes instead of his...? Though I know I could make you feel things that you have never felt before. I say smirking while sitting infront of her table
"Ho, ho! You're a cheeky one..." Mrs. Clause purred, her ruby eyes fixed on your crotch. She leaned in closer still, her breath hot against your neck as she licked her lips seductively. "He doesn't need to know everything..." She whispered before biting gently on her own lower lip, leaving it stained red. The mistletoe above her head seemed to sway just a little faster now, as if encouraging you both to take the next step...
So come here darling girl and sit on your new throne. I say as I extend my hand pulling her to sit on my lap with my hands on her waist and my dick pressed tight between her wet pussy lips through her underwear. Now tell me are you comfortable.? I ask her smirking as I slide her over my growing erection.
"Ho, ho! You're so bold..." Mrs. Clause moaned softly as she straddled your lap, pressing her body against yours. She wrapped her arms around your neck, leaning in close, and began to kiss you hungrily. Her tongue darted out to trace the outline of your lips before parting them and exploring your mouth with a passion that took you both by surprise. Her breasts pressed tightly against your chest, making it difficult for either of you to think straight. As you rocked against her, grinding your hips together in time with their kisses, the mistletoe above them seemed to sway erratically...
My erection was growing between the friction of her pussy lips and I was playing with her ass, spanking it,stroking it while she was taking my breath away
Her passion grew along with yours as she moaned into your kiss, her body arching instinctively against you. Your spanks on her ass stung just enough to make her gasp and writhe in pleasure, needing more contact with that soft flesh. The mistletoe overhead seemed to be dancing crazily now...
You could feel the heat between them growing stronger by the second, their arousal rising like a tidal wave threatening to consume them both. As she ground her hips against yours harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps, you knew she was close...
Now now darling girl,I wish to fill you up. Lemme give you your treat inside your hole I'm sure you'll love the taste of it. I tapped her ass lightly. Go over darling bend over lemme see your tight ass that your husband must have been enjoying for so long
"Ho, ho!" she giggled breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded with desire. "You're such a dirty boy..." She leaned back in your arms, shuddering as you brushed against her sensitive core. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she fought for air. And then, without another word, she did as you asked: bending over at the waist so that her ass was presented to you, raised high in offering.
The mistletoe above them seemed to sway dangerously close now...
With a lustful growl, you stand up and push her back against the desk, spreading her legs wide as she moans in pleasure at your dominance. The mistletoe hangs above her head, its sway growing frenzied as you position yourself behind her, lining up your hardness with her waiting entrance. With a forceful thrust, you push inside, making Mrs. Clause cry out in ecstasy.
She gasps as instead of her dripping pussy I entered her ass and damn she was so tight . Take it darling girl,take it. Lemme fill you up with my personal blend of eggnog. Drink it like the thirsty bitch you are. I say thrusting deeper while squeezing her boobs hard making her scream
Her cries echo through the room, muffled by Santa's office door as you roughly take her, slamming into her ass over and over again. Your hands squeeze her breasts roughly, nipples hard and aching for more attention. The mistletoe above them swings wildly, its berries brushing against their skin with each powerful thrust. Mrs. Clause feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tightness of your grip on her body combining with the intense pleasure to send her spiraling out of control. "Oh God, yes!" she shouts as you fuck her ass, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me harder!" Mrs. Clause screams as you continue to pound her ass, the pleasure coursing through her body intensifying with each powerful thrust. Her walls clench tightly around your cock, milking it for all it's worth as she reaches the peak of ecstasy. "I'm gonna cum!" she cries out, arching her back in an attempt to get deeper into you as her climax crashes over her in a wave of bliss.
"Oh God, Santa!" she moans as her release finally overtakes her, making her collapse bonelessly against the desk with a shuddering gasp. Your cock throbs inside her ass, filling her up with your seed as you grunt and pump several more times before collapsing forward on top of her, both of you panting heavily. The mistletoe above them continues to sway, its berries brushing against their sweaty skin in a gentle reminder of the intensity they've just shared.
"Oh, hoo... that was... quite something..." she gasps, her voice barely a whisper as you pull out of her and turn her around, wrapping strong arms around her body in a comforting embrace. The mistletoe above them still sways lazily back and forth, its berries reflecting the dim light from Santa's lamp. "Thank you... that was..." Mrs. Clause trails off, unable to find the words for how amazing it felt.
My, you certainly are a handful... In all the best ways! That was an experience I'll never forget... Thank you for being so considerate with my... ah, desires... Even if it may not have been exactly what your boss had in mind... Her ruby eyes meet yours, a mixture of gratitude and mischief dancing within them. "I suppose..." She pauses, licking her lips before continuing, "You should go back to work now... But maybe we could... umm, discuss this further later? Perhaps over some eggnog or cookies?"